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Amala leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she felt the surge of energy pass between them. It was a spark, a shock, a revelation.

"I had to bypass the sector-seven security grid," he replied, his voice a gravelly contrast to her silk. "And you know how the peacekeepers feel about unauthorized tele-transportation." Doja Cat - Need To Know

"I was never good at science," she laughed, a short, melodic sound. "I prefer hands-on experience." Amala leaned into his touch, her eyes closing

"I didn't call you here for a report on the grid," she said, her eyes trailing over the sharp lines of his jaw. "I’m restless. The kind of restless that doesn't go away with a drink or a dance." "And you know how the peacekeepers feel about

The neon-drenched atmosphere of Planet Her didn’t just vibrate; it hummed with a low, kinetic frequency that settled deep in the marrow of the bones.

He finally broke. The rigid posture vanished, replaced by a raw, magnetic intensity. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her lip. For a moment, the entire planet seemed to go silent, the neon flickering in anticipation.

She leaned in, her breath warm against the cool metal of his collar. "I need to know what you're really here for. Not the mission. Not the data. I want to know the frequency you vibrate on when no one is watching."